Chapter 24 The Good Guy Card from the Tang Dynasty

God is pitiful, Zhang Qian definitely has no intention of leaving a hand. At this point, he could swear to the tombstone of Emperor Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty. Although, similar vows, the latter basically said and forgotten.

In fact, even if Ren Qiong's attitude towards him today was not so polite and the price was not so high, as long as he did not go too far, he would not have the idea of deliberately sending this person to the West Heaven by using the restraining effect of cephalosporin and alcohol.

Baifu Ning and the fourth generation of cephalosporin, although the remaining amount is only enough for one person, in his eyes, the value is far from as high as Ren Qiong, Sun Anzu and others think.

For Ren Qiong and Sun Anzu, this is a miracle medicine that can "bring the dead back to life". But for Zhang Qian, who came from the 21st century and ate from the snack cephalosporin and Baifuning, these two medicines are very ordinary. It is definitely not worth risking your life to possess it, let alone deliberately killing yourself.

In fact, when he was reminded by Ren Qiong that he would get into a lot of trouble because of these two drugs, his first thought was to get rid of these two drugs. And the price of getting rid of it can solve his current dilemma of empty pockets, and he doesn't expect it to be too high.

And Ren Qiong's offer to him was 100,000 hangs! Even if the consignment is not successful, the advance payment is as much as 10,000 hangs.

This is not the world in martial arts novels, and a hero will pay fifty taels of silver for a casual meal. According to Zhang Qian's observation and understanding in the past few days, in the Tang Dynasty of Shenlong's three years, even if it is near Chang'an, two hanging money, that is, two taels of silver, can buy one acre of good land.

100,000 hanging money, equivalent to 50,000 acres of land.

Can you imagine what it would be like for a person who can't afford to buy a toilet in Xi'an's Baqiao District in the 21st century to suddenly find himself on the edge of the West Third Ring Road in Xi'an? can not go crazy on the spot, it can be regarded as Zhang Qian's concentration is far beyond ordinary people.

The purchase price of two Baifuning and one plate of cephalosporin fourth-generation capsules in the 21st century is about ten yuan. The market price is equivalent to two catties of aged millet.

At present, the price of goods in the suburbs of Chang'an, according to Zhang Qian's understanding of many inquiries in the past few days, is six and a half treasures per bucket of rice. It is just equivalent to each Tongbao can buy two catties of millet.

The cost of a Tongbao, the final price of 10,000 Tongbao! This is a deal, absolutely done!

If he could find the space-time tunnel that he had sent him over, Zhang Qian would love to travel through it once a day, and bring a truckload of Cephalosporin IV and Baifu Ning with him every time!

It's a pity that he can't see that tunnel, and he probably won't have a chance to touch it again in his life.

Therefore, in the face of the "lucky star" Ren Qiong, who suddenly smashed 50,000 acres of good land on the edge of the West Third Ring Road of Xi'an City on his head, Zhang Qian was too late to be grateful, how could he be willing to let him drink with cephalosporin? The reason why I didn't remind me before was that I was really just overjoyed.

No, as soon as he was relieved in the guest room, he immediately remembered the taboo of taking cephalosporin, and hurriedly assigned the little fat man to return to the main hall to remind his father. Lest it be too late to remind, Ren Qiong suddenly wanted to have a drink.

As for this move, how it scared Ren Qiong half to death, and how to make everyone think that he was unfathomable, it was a side effect. It was not at all what Zhang Qian expected, and it was not one of the consequences he wanted.

The only thing he wants now is for the little fat man Ren Cong to rush to Weinan with him as soon as possible to complete his procedures for settling in Datang. Then pack up as soon as possible, move to the Zhuangzi under his own name, and be a happy little landlord.

A Zhuangzi, on the banks of the Weishui River!

100,000 hanging money, or a sufficient amount of Kaiyuan Tongbao!

On this day, just thinking about it, it's so beautiful that your nose is bubbling.

As for Chang'an City, who is the emperor at the moment, who is fighting with whom, why the prince forced him to commit suicide, and he is a small landlord!

Whoever becomes the emperor, he doesn't pay taxes the same?

Who has the upper hand in the battle, and will it be his turn to be added to the list of knights?

What's more, all the winners are destined to be spicy chicken! The historical knowledge he learned had already been told to Zhang Qian, and the person who had the last laugh was named Li Longji.

After Li Longji ascended the throne, until the Anshi Rebellion, for a long time in between, it was Guotai and Min'an. And after this period of time is over, he Zhang Qian is estimated to be seventy years old. When a man reaches seventy years old, he can live happily and richly until he is seventy years old, and he cares about so many idle things of others!

When people are happy, they don't feel how time passes. just casually wrote a few brush words on the hemp paper, and teased the little girl Zijuan to talk about the customs and customs of Weinan for a while, and it was dark.

Although there are dozens of G's of various literary works, gossip stories, and even otaku benefits stored in the phone. However, in order to avoid exposure as much as possible, and at the same time to ensure the service life of the battery and charger as much as possible, Zhang Qian did not have the heart to sit under the lamp and play with his mobile phone. I hastily ate some supper, and under the service of the little maid Zijuan, I brushed my teeth with salt, washed my feet with warm water, and lay down on the bed.

Because there is no industrial pollution, the moonlight of the Tang Dynasty is far brighter than that of the 21st century. Soon, water shone through the window paper on his curtain.

The well-made, but unbleached curtains, quickly became hazy in the moonlight. Raising his face from the pillow looked like a milky yellow mist.

And every late autumn morning, the vicinity of Chang'an University Town is often shrouded in dense fog of the same color. It's just that the fog of the 21st century always carries the smell of car exhaust and burning straw, but now, there is only a faint fragrance in the air.

Zhang Qian finally began to miss the 21st century. When he finally saw hope of settling down in the Tang Dynasty, and after he got rid of one trouble after another, homesickness, like a tide, engulfed him uncontrollably. It made his hands and feet cold, his eyes astringent, and his heart ached.

Tears crept down the pillow in the corners of his eyes, although, though, he didn't know who his tears were for, nor who and what else in the twenty-first century was worth remembering.

At this moment, he is like a lonely goose that has lost its flock, unable to find where his companions are, nor can he find the direction to go. I can only look at the shadow and pity myself on the shore, but I don't care about it at all, whether there is a crocodile hidden under the water, whether there is already a hunter in the grass behind him, and quietly put the feather arrow on the bowstring!

The low snort of "澌, 澌, 澌......" suddenly sounded outside the door, and it was particularly clear in this homesick night.

"What's wrong, Zijuan, who bullied you?" Zhang Qian's thoughts were quickly pulled back to the Tang Dynasty from the 21st century, turned over and sat up, and asked about the outhouse.

Patronizing himself during the day, he didn't notice Zijuan's mood changes at all, and he didn't know what would happen to the other party. Therefore, when I heard the sobbing sound at first glance, I was inevitably surprised.

"No, nothing? Only, just the nose is not breathing. disturbed Shaolangjun's sleep, damn it! Also, please don't be angry! The snorting stopped abruptly, and the maid Zijuan replied carefully and weakly.

"The nose is not breathing, but it is not necessarily a trivial matter. Have you seen it in Langzhong? Do you need to prescribe it, take some medicine?! Turning over and sitting up from the bed, Zhang Qian asked in a low voice, not realizing at all how abnormal it was in Datang to do this.

"Qiang, Xuan, ......" The sound of snorting sounded again, and soon, it was forcibly pressed down again. The girl Zijuan responded in a low voice with a hoarse voice, "It's okay, Shao Langjun, the maid's body is strong, and you don't need to look at Langzhong." Tomorrow morning, I will get up and go to the kitchen to ask for a bowl of ginger soup to drink! ”

"Just you, your body is still strong?" Almost amused by Zijuan's words, Zhang Qian quipped while putting on his robe, "If the wind is stronger, you can blow your head." I really don't know how you're going to get out in the winter. ”

"Not really. Servant, servant made Shaolangjun worried. The maid, the maid is just a little maid, and there is no Lang Zhong in the Zhuangzi who treats the maid. Zijuan was also amused, and the sound of nasal blockage became more and more obvious.

"Isn't Imperial Doctor Sun here?" Zhang Qian didn't think about it, and instinctively asked. Immediately, I quickly realized that this was the Tang Dynasty, not the China of the 21st century. stood up, lifted the door curtain, bypassed the floor where Zijuan slept at night, and strode towards the door of the outhouse, "He won't give you a doctor, so let Ren Quan go to Zhuangzi to find it, and I'll pay for it." Ren—"

In the morning, he had just negotiated a "big business" worth 10,000 hangs, and he was making a lot of money. And that Ren Quan has been like a ghost for days, wandering around the guest room all day long, and he doesn't worry about himself shouting and no one answers.

Unexpectedly, his fingers just touched the latch of the door, but behind him, a petite figure pounced and hugged his waist, "Shao Langjun, don't call Lang Zhong." The servant is fine, the servant is really fine! The maid is just, just remembering Grandpa and Auntie......"

Halfway through speaking, she couldn't say any more, buried her head in Zhang Qian's back, and couldn't cry. It turned out that she was not having a runny nose at all just now, but like Zhang Qian, she quietly shed tears alone in the dark night.

Zhang Qian's heart suddenly became stuffy again. Stopped, reached out and patted the back of his hand around his waist gently, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, you miss your grandpa and auntie, tomorrow morning, go to see them!" By the way, are you afraid that the housekeeper won't give you leave? Don't be afraid, tomorrow, I'll say it for you tomorrow morning! ”

"No, it's not!" Zijuan couldn't control it anymore, and her sobbing voice quickly turned into a cry, "I, my grandfather and aunt, are long gone." Shaolang-kun, you're leaving soon, aren't you? Shaolangjun, you are a good person. The servant can serve you, it is a blessing from the previous life! ”

"Am I a good person?" Suddenly, he received a good person card, and Zhang Qian was confused.

I'm about to leave, what does it have to do with whether I'm a good person or not?

I have only lived in Renjiazhuang for a few days, how can serving myself become a blessing for others?

"Woo, woo......" Behind her body, Zijuan cried more and more, tears through her clothes, moistened on Zhang Qian's back, a little hot, and vaguely a little painful.

"I don't want to go!" Thinking that she is only thirteen or fourteen years old, it is really normal to be attached to adults. Zhang Qian instinctively smiled and comforted, "Then I'll tell Ren Cong that I will stay in Zhuangzi for a few more days." Well, don't cry, it's cold at night, and if you cry again, you'll really catch a cold! ”

"Hmm!" Zijuan nodded in agreement, but the tears still flowed, "Shaolangjun, you are a good person!" The young owner arranged for Zijuan to serve you, but you, you have never bullied me. ”

"Bullying you? I'm such an adult, what's the point of bullying you as a child? Shaken his head and laughed when the other party sounded brainless and extremely childish, Zhang Qian patted the other party's little hand on his waist again, and comforted him in a low voice, "Okay, don't cry." Hurry up and light the lamp and wipe your tears, otherwise, tomorrow your eyes will be swollen, and others will really think that I have bullied you! ”

Unexpectedly, if he was not comforted, he thought that as soon as he was comforted, Zijuan cried more and more. His hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, like a drowning man suddenly clinging to a piece of wood.

"What's the matter, didn't you encounter something! Zijuan, if you encounter something difficult, just say it, maybe I can help you! Zhang Qian was strangled and his heart was stuffy, he struggled for a while, and asked in a low voice again.

He didn't dare to push too hard, lest as soon as he used his strength, he would throw the purple juan out and hit his head and break the bloodstream. Sensing his struggle, Zijuan suddenly pressed his entire body to his back, thin, hard, and trembling like a fake.

"Shaolangjun, you have accepted the purple juan!" Lest Zhang Qian continue to shake himself off, Zijuan couldn't wait to say. In the darkness, his voice was hoarse and desperate. "Zijuan's life is hard, and it is already a great blessing to be arranged by the young owner to serve you. If you don't accept it, Zijuan will have to be arranged to serve others in the future!"